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moment a movement to the right caught my 

 eye, and a lammergeier swept over ns. The bird 

 is unmistakable even at a long distance, but 

 we were near enough to see the curious feathers 

 under the chin which give him his second name 

 of bearded vulture, and the tail, not unlike that 

 of the green woodpecker in shape. 



We held hurried council as to our next step, 

 waiting meanwhile in the hope that the buck 

 would feed downwards towards the beaters. This, 

 however, seemed to form no part of his programme. 

 Meanwhile I had caught sight of another single 

 chamois, which fed out of some bushes on a 

 snow-patch high above us, and directly afterwards 

 three more moved across to the left. 



" Well, we can't wait here all day," said 

 Miller. " If he won't move, we must move him. 

 Very likely there will be some more in the dip 

 behind this knoll." 



We moved slowly on, Miller in advance. The 

 knoll in question was a rock on which a few 

 stone pines were growing. When my companion 

 reached the upper edge, he dropped back and 

 signalled to me ; and then, without waiting, fired. 

 I sprung to a pine on the left as the rifle cracked 

 a second time. Hardly had I done so when a 

 buck chamois plunged downwards through the 

 snow with tremendous bounds. I watched his 

 pace for a moment, and then, taking a rest against 



